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ren ────୨ৎ. 19 // infp-t // she/they ♡
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MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE
kylo x fem reader
a/n: I hate this its cringe, but to be cringe is to be free. Also, I did not proofread
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Kylo hated interviews after games. Hated the photo, the questions, everything. It was all so…fake, preformed. At least to him it was, he didn’t truly want to discuss the game, his thought process while playing, or why he chose to tackle someone … again. His mind was clear on the ice, even if it didn’t seem like it, but off the ice? He felt like a fish out of water. Which is why when he rushes through the crowd of cameras and mics and his own coaches yelling at him to answer questions when he couldn’t care less, he doesn’t pay much attention to the person he bumps into.
“Dick!” he hears, the room still filled with chatter; usually, he wouldn’t have turned around. He was regarded as an asshole in most spaces, but it didn’t draw attention. If anything, it increased it. But that slight pause in his escape allowed for more chatter. “Hello? Aren’t you gonna say something?” he heard again the same voice from before. He turned around, seeing you with a media badge on and a camera in hand.
“What?” he said, looking you up and down, taking in your attire: a baby doll tee, jeans, and Converse. You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the polished “freaks” as he so kindly referred to them. His eyes lingered on you still.
“A sorry? You know the kind thing when you bump into someone? Oh, sorry, did I hit you? Yes, you did, but it’s okay.” You mocked, as you laid out the whole conversation for him, motioning for him to speak.
“Sorry,” he simply stated, still processing… well, you.
“We’ll work on it,” was the only thing you said before you walked away, camera in hand. He was stunted, star-struck, his face was warm, and not even just from the game. Shit, was he fucking blushing?
hockey player Kylo head-canons
🎱 When he got into the sport, it was forced. He always loved the arts, and he was drawn to ice skating, but Han and Leia knew he had a lot of pent-up anger, and hockey seemed like a good compromise. At first, he resisted, but he had raw natural talent. And Kylo loved to be the best, so he just stuck with it.
🎱 Everyone loves him. Interns, managers, and the doctors he interacted with to make sure he wasn't pushing through pain like he always was; they all wanted him. No matter how wrong or unprofessional it was, their gaze lingered.
🎱 Kylo could handle the stares, but what he hated was the screams. The fans loved him for being the best and for his looks. They couldn't get enough of him, even though his socials were lacking and they were years old, he still was the most followed player on the whole team.
🎱 Sure, he was the best, but more often than not, he ends up in the penalty box. Most for fighting, but he always pulls through in the end, shooting the winning score.
🎱 He loved his solitude, which was part of his appeal. All the photos of him out there were him walking down the street with headphones in a cap on like he was hiding, but damn, he did look really good.
🎱 He didnt have many friends. Some from childhood who stuck out with his odd personality long enough to know he was the most loyal person to ever exist, and his team.
🎱 He was an amazing artist, he loved to draw, and he liked to not be connected to a screen. And for some reason, in the dead of night when his insomnia started to hit again, he'd find his mind sketching out you, taking photos of him.
🎱 He never really dated anyone, sure, he hooked up with people, but no one he truly felt deeply for. They didn't make him warm and fuzzy, as his mom would say. That was until you came in, bright-eyed, but quiet. His gaze lingered on you this time.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐜𝐞 ⋆⁺₊❅.
Hockey player!kylo x Photography intern!reader
summary: Kylo Ren x fem!reader, inspired by Beauty and the Beast when he takes her into the library
warnings: none, not proofread
word count: 1,014
author's note: This might be the worst and best thing I've ever written. But I had to write this before my brain got mad at me because I've had this Idea for dayssss.
It has been a week since you last saw Kylo. Stuck in this limbo of not entirely being a prisoner of war but not entirely free either. It was weird. But either way, you were bored. Kylo’s quarters only held so many secrets, and his small bookshelf only proved to be a small getaway. Even the small data pad provided to you had a child lock on it, which was becoming annoying. You walked towards the door, pressing a button, watching as the doors slid open. Right in the middle of the doorway stood Vicrul, who was your babysitter for the week. Apparently, you're not allowed to be fully left alone even though your last escape attempt was like…a whole week ago.
Vicrul didn’t move or acknowledge you, but that didn’t stop you from peering your head out and gazing up at his mask. “So….when’s the big guy coming back?” You just stared waiting for the answer. Vicrul stepped to the side, nodding his head, and that’s when you saw him.
His strides were quick, and soon he stood directly in front of you. You smiled up at him, “Got my answer, thanks, Vicrul,” sarcasm thick in your voice.
Kylo peered down at you, his mask still on, before his modified voice rang out, “Vircrul.” his eyes never left yours. Vicrul seemingly understood as he simply nodded and walked away, leaving you and Kylo in a weird staring competition.
“This isn’t fair, you could blink and I wouldn’t even know.”
“Princess.”
“Kylo,” you mocked.
“Causing trouble?”
“Never, who do you think I am?”
“That’s not what Vicrul said.”
“That tattle-telling little shit. To be fair, he let me do it. It was merely a suggestion to pass the time.”
Kylo didn’t reply, placing a hand on your shoulder, guiding you back into his quarters, letting the door close behind him. You couldn’t help but feel this wave of guilt. Now, at the time tormenting the stormtroopers that were making your life miserable seemed fun. And sure, it was watching their scared faces thinking they were goners for losing their blasters was indeed hilarious. But now you regret the rash decision.
Watching as Kylo took off his armor, you spoke up, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you were, “Are you…um, mad?” You thought you sounded so silly asking the supreme leader of the galaxy if he was mad at you. A month ago, you wouldn’t have given a shit, but now it felt like you needed his approval.
“Mad?” he spoke up, and you nodded, you watched as he took off his mask with a hiss, his hair flowing out in beautiful soft curls. If you weren’t so scared, you might’ve admired him longer.
“I have something to show you.” He spoke simply, his eyes were soft as they met you. Confusion overtook you. Wasn’t he mad? You had fooled around for an entire week, and all you got was an ‘I have something to show you’? Maybe he was secretly leading you to your demise. One can only hope.
“Come,” he held out his hand, and you hesitated before you laced your hand in his, feeling the cool touch of his glove. He led you out of the room, hands still laced, and he took you down a path that you didn’t really recognize. The halls were newer, brighter, and had that almost fresh cruiser smell. You stood in front of a door that you 100% had never been through. Anticipation and fear ran through your bones as you felt Kylo pull away and open the door for you. The room was dark; not a single light nor window had illuminated the space. He placed a hand on your back, slowly pushing you into the room, and the darkness engulfed you. “Ready?” he asked. You heard him, but you couldn’t see where he was actually standing.
“I suppose…” your nerves apparent in your voice, you could hear Kylo chuckle at you before you heard the flip of a switch, and soft lights illuminated the room fully. Your eyes adjusted, and as they did, they fell on the lights that hung from the ceiling. It was beautiful. Honestly, you were happy with just the lights.
But as Kylo watched you, he came up behind you before turning your body to face the other walls, and as you did, the hundreds and hundreds of books that sat there fell into your gaze. That really made you gasp. There were more books in this one room than you’d really ever seen.
“Kylo…” you said almost silently.
He just watched as your eyes scanned the various titles on the shelves before speaking up, running his hands softly down your arms. “Do you like it?” You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, all you could do was simply nod in astonishment. “It's yours,” he whispered into your ear. You almost missed it. Almost.
You turned your head so quickly to him. “Really?” he nodded, his mouth turning up in just the slightest way.
“I-I dont even know what to say.” What could one say to such a grand gesture? An entire library built just for you.
“It’s no big deal,” he dropped his hands from you, he almost sounded…shy?
Without really thinking, you reached up, pressing your lips against him. For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe. But when he realized that you had kissed him. He deepened the kiss, placing a hand behind your head, steadying you like an anchor. It was real, maybe the first real thing you two had ever done. It felt so right to be this close to Kylo. Be in his arms, like this. You pulled away, breathless, peering up into his eyes, they were different than before, softer. With something else you couldn’t quite place. But they never left yours as you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him into a hug.
“Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. He pulled you closer before placing a kiss on top of your head. He didn’t reply; he didn’t have to. He simply held you closer.
I can’t wait for tomorrow…for no reason at all. I just happen to LOVE everyday of October
𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤
clark kent x fem!reader
authors note: To whoever named Clark's baby Leia, you inspired me, so all credits to u.
warnings: not proofread
Ever since things had quieted down in Metropolis, you and Clark both felt okay enough to go back to Smallville and start a family. The quiet life was what both of you needed. The sunset, fresh air, and a huge chunk of land for whenever Krypto and your daughter played together.
Everything was perfect. Everything except the fact that your daughter decided now was the time to play hide and seek, when you were trying to finish up breakfast.
It's not necessarily that she was a good hider and you lost her; it was, in fact, the opposite. She was 3, and she did not realize that you could clearly see her under the table as she giggled loudly and called you for you.
"Momma," Leia yelled for the 5th time in 2 minutes. "Come find me," you internally sighed. She was the cutest, but bacon was about to burn, and Clark was out at the farmers market trying to find that specific jam you liked for the breakfast you were currently making.
"Leia, baby, come out from your hiding spot real quick and try the biscuits, please." She liked to be included, and you liked to include her.
She contemplated it for a minute before yelling back, "Okay, but close your eyes." You made a show of setting down the biscuit you were holding and covering your eyes with your hands to satisfy her. You heard the very loud push of a chair as she came out and ran over to you. You leaned down and handed her a small piece that she quickly ate before giving you just one thumbs up.
"Just one?' you questioned, and she nodded, buiscut still in her mouth as she explained that it indeed needed jam. As if on cue, you heard the loud barking of Krypto as you were 'babysitting' this week for Kara.
Leia's little eyes looked at you in horror at the fact that her dad was now home. You shooed her, silently pointing to the hallway near the front door. Her little feet ran her over as fast as they could. The door rattled before it was pushed in, and Clark and Krypto walked in.
"Hi sunshine," he said, smiling proudly as he held up two big jars of jam and fresh produce. You smiled back, shaking your head, knowing he was going to go overboard with what you truly needed.
"Welp. You were right," he looked confused as he set down the jam and fruit on the table. "Your daughter said the biscuits needed jam. I got one thumbs up," you said in full seriousness.
He gasped, "Only one?" he laughed, leaning down to kiss you, "a travesty. Where is she anyway?" He looks around, spotting her soft curls hiding behind the wall. "Oh, leia, where are you?" he called out. Her giggle was so loud it made you laugh. "Are you hiding, little sunshine?" She peeked her head out, nodding, and both you and Clark burst out laughing before he heads over to the hallway
"I can't see you, baby. Where did you go?" As soon as he's close enough, she attacks, throwing her tiny little body around his legs. He fakes a yell before picking her up and tossing her into the air. Giggles fill the room before Clark sets her back down, and she rushes over to the table where you are.
"Daddy found me," she shrugged, picking up her tiny fork. "But I let him find me," you laughed, leaning down to plant a tiny kiss on her forehead.
"Oh, did you now?" she nodded, as you looked to Clark, who shrugged and said, "I would've never found her." he smiled sweetly before joining you two at the table.
Me screaming into the void for Kylo ren x reader fluff 😔
𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰
part two; prev part
word count: 881
warnings: none, not proof read
author's note: here is part two <3 Is it good it is bad should i stop pls lemme know
You didn’t know how you had managed to get through your entire break already. You felt as if you ran to grab your bag and sat down in the chair across from the guy from the other day, just a minute ago. But the beeping from your phone was incessant, alerting you to the end of your break.
You grabbed your phone quickly, hitting the off button. “Well…I gotta uh- I gotta get back to work,” you said, picking up the half-empty coffee and your purse from the table.
“Oh yeah, for sure. I think I might pick up a few of your recommendations.” He said, standing and pushing in his own chair. You nodded before slinging to bag over your shoulder, heading for the door to the back to clock back in officially and get back to reality.
You stood there smiling to yourself at everything that had just happened in the past 30 minutes. You had sat there in this conversation with him for so long that it took over everything. Even as you put your name tag back on and locked away your belongings, you still thought about how he watched as you rambled about books, barely having time to breathe because of how much you loved the conversation.
The moment you stepped back onto the sales floor, you spotted his flannel peeking out from behind a bookshelf. He was crouched down, his glasses almost falling off he held two books. One was a recommendation you had provided him not even 15 minutes before, and the other was one that you could only assume was something that caught his eye.
You quickly passed him, not paying much attention other than a stolen glance as you swiftly moved away, not wanting to disturb him even more, in fear he might be scared off easily.
You couldn’t come off too strong.
Ava passed a glance at you as you returned to the register, sitting down on the stool. “So?” She asked, nodding her head to Clark, still hidden behind the bookshelf, but he was so tall his head popped out from the top, and you saw the swoop of his hair.
“So?” You mocked me.
“So you just happened to spend 30 minutes of your break talking to that guy, and I want to know what happened?!”
“God, keep your voice down!” You almost slapped your hand over her mouth. “I just gave him a couple of book recommendations and he told me all about the book he just finished. It was nothing.” You could hide the smile from reaching your lips. What you couldn’t help was the maroon color from reaching your cheeks.
“You're blushing!” She was overjoyed at this revelation that you were indeed crushing on a guy you barely knew anything about.
“So what! He’s cute…and he’s walking this way!” You said, hitting her arm as a signal for her to get her act together. It was almost involuntary the way your back straightened out a bit more, making sure to pull your shoulders back. A giggle escaped Ava as she turned around, pretending to tend to the stack of books left behind the counter as holds.
He stood in line waiting till you waved him over. “Just this?” you motioned to the stack of about 6 books he held in his hands. He nodded, and you picked each of them up one by one. Four out of the five were your recommendations.
“How many of these have you read?” he looked at you, his gaze meeting you through his glasses. You stared at the pile: Great Expectations, babel, Book Lovers, just for the summer, 1984, Beautiful Boy.
“Such a strange assortment, I really need to start working on doing the same vibes for my recs,” you laughed. “I have read about 5 of these,” you said, scanning the last one.
“Which one haven't you read?”
“Great expectations.” It was one of the bigger ones in the stack and one of the ones on your TBR that scared you the most. You hated Hemingway in high school; did you really want to spend your devoted hobby and free time on the possibility of being bored to death like your junior year of high school?
“Well, maybe we could read it together?” He placed his card, paid, and even as you handed him the bag, he stayed waiting for a response.
“Yeah, for sure you have to come back around, and we can keep chatting.”
"I'll be back then," he smiled. He grabbed the bag from you again, as his hand barely grazed your hand. Chills went through you. You smiled sweetly, pretending like this man didnt make you swoon with a simple glance. He said goodbye once again, and the bell to the door rang again, and he walked out. You sighed, feeling silly for being so caught up over him.
“You are so whipped,” Ava laughed, turning back to you. You lay your head on the counter in front of you.
“I know”
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I’m not very creative so I suck at sending requests but I neeeeeed some Kylo ren in my life. I want something that includes Poe dameron?? Like jealousy love triangle type thing. But I just can’t figure out when reader would ever be able to charm both Kylo and Poe without being an enemy to one of them. Ugh idk if you have any ideas, that would be my request!! Lol
𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭
summary: Kylo ren x fem!reader, takes place around rise of skywalker time
warnings: language, not proofread, probably a bit messy
word count: 4k
author's note: omg my first request thank you!! im sorry I took so long on this, it's the longest thing I've written so far <3 I did take some creative liberties. I hope that's okay, anon! This is what my brain came up with. I hope you like it
You had prided yourself on not being attached to anyone anymore. On any side, resistance, first order, you were just you. Left on a random planet in the middle of nowhere with no family or friends. Your friends were either dead or they didn't look for you any longer. You didn't care about much, just what you had on your back and what little food you could scavenge for. War was war, and this war had nothing to do with you anymore.
So you were really confused when you landed yourself in the battle grounds of the First Order. They planted themselves on your planet and refused to leave. Stormtroopers stormed the planet, planted themselves in people’s ways, in the makeshift shops run out of random tents and the caverns people called home.
What did this dump have for them? Nothing, not even resources for their war efforts, could be found here. But everyone was subject to the unusual ways of the first order. As long as you pledge your allegiance to them, you are fine.
But the difference between pride and being hubris is a thin, thin line. One your feet stood in the middle of.
“Do you pledge your allegiance to the First Order?” you had heard stories about this man; he killed Snoke in cold blood, the man said to be his master, he struck down entire towns of people, slaughtered in the middle of the night.
“Are you the infamous Kylo Ren?” was your only reply. Stupid of him to think you’d answer any of his questions. His mask stared at you; he made no motion to move. The words lingered in the air. “I heard a lot about you, you know?” You stepped backwards. It was open space, he wasn't close to you by any means, and there was no one around.
Still, he was frozen. Stiff, unmoving, it made you nervous; some ulterior motive because there was no way you were casually backing away from the supreme leader. “People talk, not many come through here, but when they do, they tell stories of what you did. What the first order did. Just last week, you tried to blow up an entire planet for not pledging their allegiance. Is that why you're here with me to make me pledge? Because I won’t.”
“Resistance?”
“No,” not anymore.
“Then why?”
“I want no part in this war. I have no use for war.” his head tilted to the side.
“Then join me.” Not the first order, me.
“Look, I’ve been on this planet for a reason. Now you and your goons set up a base and force everyone to be indebted to you for life. I have no use for any of this war stuff. It does not benefit me. Why would I join you? What do you have to offer me?” Hatred dripped from your words. How dare someone try and recruit you when both sides had failed to provide for anyone but themselves?
“Selfish much?” his hand reached out to your face, but it didn’t reach, and you stepped back even more. His hand fell once again.
“And you aren't? Taking over the galaxy under the guise of peace and unity, when in reality you're just taking over so you could be the ruler, everyone falls tiny little Kylo Ren into battle? No one to oppose your ideology or test your theories, just the first order and you ruling?”
“You talk an awful lot for someone who has no idea what is happening in the galaxy.” You moved to step back, but your feet stuck. You jerked and tried to break free from the invisible binds that held you, but nothing helped. He stalked closer like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. “I could provide so much for you. If you let me, if you agree to pledge your loyalty to me,” this time when his hand stretched it reached your face, creasing your cheek softly, almost too softly for the touch to be coming from Kylo. He brushed back your hair, tucking it behind your ear.
Your words caught in your throat, it became harder to breathe, and the pace of your heart quickened. “Not the first order?” It was weak when you spoke it. The deep, sick feeling in your stomach spread to your body soon, and everything was immobile. After everything was dark.
2 years later
For months, you stayed strong. For months, you didn’t break to any offer, any threat, to anything really. You didn’t even break down when Ren clearly was in love with you. He comes into your furnished prison cell courtesy of him almost every day to get you to join him. He never pushed or pressured you to do anything extra. Of course, he never changed, though, and lost his temper, threating anything you loved, but that quickly was thrown out when you didn’t care about anything or anyone.
Your talks broke down to less of a formal war talk and more into your hopes and dreams. What would each of you would do if you weren’t attached to anything. Now, the relationship between the two of you was something stuck between enemies and something more. Never friends but never fully enemies.
The silences between you two were loud. It rang in your ears whenever the only sound would be the modulation of his breathing. How does one move on with this? He offered you your own room, privacy, and any gift imaginable. The only request? You stay. You listen. And honestly, after a while, it wasn’t hard to do.
You forgot about everything with him. You had no worries. No needs that couldn’t be met. And in the dark, away from everyone, he was kind. You were drawn to him from the first moment you saw him; your heart ached to be near him. That pit never left you. He sensed it too. The pull to you. That's why he came to you.
Heavy footsteps stopped outside your door. Seven to be exact, the door woshed open, privacy had limits. Kylo had limits to his kindness. Without invitation, they entered, crowding your small room with their weapons, each one holding a different type.
“Hello, Kylo Ren and his goons.” No one repeated a greeting. “Tough crowd today,” you sighed before throwing yourself on the small couch in the room. Just because you caved in doesn't mean you lost the spark that brought you here. The difiance. Kylo put up with it, mostly.
“What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?” You propped your feet up, leaning back, too relaxed for this whole situation. 7 men, each armed with a different type of torture device? You should be panicking. But you knew they would never hurt you. not even when you screamed and cried and threw vases at their protected heads (true story). They always stood there. Watching, unmoving, quiet.
Kylo spoke first; he always did. “We are leaving on a mission.” That was as much information as you would be given.
“Aw, so you came to say goodbye? All of you? Such sweet little puppies,” you mocked, testing your luck was your favorite pastime. You heard your name. Your head snapped to Kylo. “That’s enough.” his voice was commanding enough to render you quiet.
“We came so you can pack your things.” Stepping forward, offering a hand to you. Your hand slid into his, feeling his glove against your hand. You were pulled up. “Pack? Why are you kicking me out? I knew you’d get bored with me one day,” you sighed before turning to your belongings scattered around, trying to pick out which ones you’d want with you.
“No.”
“No? So then what? You are so vague it hurts.” You almost heard a small laugh. But you ignored it, no one would ever fess up if they had laughed at your jokes.
“We are leaving on a mission,” he repeated his statement.
“We? We, as in us and the puppies?” you motioned to the men who made no sound, no movement as long as they were in the room.
He nodded slightly. “You are to come with me and my men on a mission.”
“Why? What’s up with this? You never take me anywhere near missions.”
“That information does not concern you.” Of course, it didn’t concern you; it just happened to involve you.
“So how much am I packing?”
Stormtroopers came and took your belongings, loading them onto Ren’s tie-fighter. It was the smaller one built for two. How lucky you were to be traveling with a maniac like Kylo Ren. Not like the knights would act as any buffer to his insanity. If anything, they encouraged it, laughing at your misfortune or the discipline you recived for speaking up one too many times. It was not your fault that you loved to speak; apparently, no one else around you did.
You were escorted onto the tie-fighter stormtroopers on your tail, and Kylo was walking swiftly in front of you. He stepped in first, standing to the side to let you enter, and sitting you down on the only other seat in there. “When is my turn to drive?” you questioned, putting your arms through the restraints.
Kylo bent down, tightening them up for you and clicking them into place. “Never,” he replied as he clicked the last one and turned to sit in the pilot seat in front of you.
“You are no fun,” you sighed, pouting a bit.
“I never claimed to be fun.” A beep occurred, he pressed a button, and the engine roared to life. His flying skills were unmatched. You had no doubt he could teach you how to fly, but you also knew he probably never gave you the luxury of fun.
“I could be an excellent pilot if you gave me a chance.” You would not let this conversation go until something else interested you.
“We will never know.”
“You never let me have any fun.” Again, just complaining here.
“I'm taking you out, aren't I?”
“What am I, some kind of puppy you have to walk? Are you taking me out for my allotted outside time?”
“You sure act like one.”
“What does that mean?” He shrugged. You forgot about the flying.
Not too long later, the Tie-fighter landed on some dark planet. It was late at night, but you still watched from the window as people walked past. Kylo killed the engine before turning around to you, unbuckling your restraints. You wasted no time throwing yourself to see them walk by. They could see inside, as you gawked at the normal people not adoring first-order uniforms, you didn't care about the stares.
Honestly, it was more likely they were staring at Kylo’s tall form looming behind you. He let you watch for a bit before opening the door, lowering it with a hiss.
“Supreme leader,” two stormtroopers said, nodding to Kylo. He paid them no attention as he walked past. They parted so the two of you could walk through. You recognized this place. You had seen these dark and dingy walls. You knew the market that ran through the streets. As your boots hit the floor, it all came flooding back to you where this was.
“Kimiji.” It was almost silent, lost in the chaos of the people and stormtroopers. Kylo moved further, saying nothing, but you followed silently. Not once during your two years with him have you ever felt this strange disconnect, where the pit in your stomach is replaced by an even deeper one.
His legs were much longer than yours. You fell behind quickly, but you were always able to have him in your sight. You ran up to him, placing your hand on his arm. He stilled.
“Why are we here?”
“I have business to attend to.”
“Well, why am I here?”
“If I recall correctly, your exact words a week ago were ‘when can we take a trip out of this hell hole, I'm going to go insane.’” Huh, you did say exactly that.
“You listen too much,” he didn't reply. Just continued on into the makeshift base. It was nice in there, warmer than the sharp air outside. The large hall was crowded with stormtroopers and generals adoring the First Order uniforms. It was a sea of black and white.
Kylo stepped forward. His knights were suddenly surrounding both of you. “How nice of you to follow like good boys.” Interested in testing the waters here.
“Enough.” The voice modulation made it even scarier; it didn't frighten you as much, but you knew not to speak up about it again. “Let’s go,” Kylo walked deeper into the hallway, and his knights followed closely, surrounding you, forcing you forward. You had no choice but to step forward; otherwise, your back would’ve hit someone, and the knights wouldn’t stop even to keep from bumping into you.
At the end of the hallway, there was a door that led into a huge and beautiful room. More beautiful than anything that would naturally come out of Kimiji. You noticed that your bags were already placed in here. This couldn't be yours; it felt like a grand ballroom. But your gaze shifted more, and you saw Kylos' belongings there too. You were slightly surprised that he had opted to share with you.
He walked to the middle of the room. “Leave,” he commanded. They nodded their heads and left in unison, leaving you and Kylo alone. The room felt even bigger.. You walked around paying attention to the marble on the countertops and the array of sweets left here. Sweetcakes were your favorite, and they littered the countertop. You immediately snatched one up, as the sweetness of the cake hit your taste buds, you couldn't help but melt. It was always the best thing you had tasted. A hiss sounded from behind you, but you didn't turn to see what was happening.
A thud and then footsteps, and arms wrapped around you. “Hi,” his voice was normal, human, maybe a bit sweet. You picked up one more, shoving it in your mouth before turning your head in his direction, only able to see the side of his face. “Hi,” your mouth was full, you finished the rest of it, “what do you want?” You were skeptical of the sudden need for affection, but that's how he would be sometimes. He was a one-eighty.
You turned and faced him. Behind the mask, his face was soft. The curls of his hair were wild. This was who you were in love with. The man behind the mask, mostly, sure, you cared deeply when he was the supreme leader, but you would rather have Kylo Ren in your corner. Your hand brushed his curl away, and he stilled just a bit before melting back into you.
“I like you this way,” you commented, your hand still on his cheek.
“Like what?”
“Human.”
He kept his mask off for hours. Even around the knights of Ren, he commanded them without his usual armor. You didn't know what they were here for. Just that they were searching for something, or someone. Honestly, you really didn't give a single fuck what it was for. You didn’t care about this mission; you just knew you were promised a night out with Kylo and only one babysitter.
It was an upgrade from your usual three, keeping you from trouble. Kylo said Bodyguard, you said babysitter. You watched from afar as they droned on and on about force knows what. It had been hours since this promised night out, and you wanted it now.
As if your wish was heard, Kylo locked eyes with you and walked towards you. His arm extended, grabbing your own hand and pulling you to stand. “You look incredible,” his voice was low and in your ear. “Ready to go?” you nodded, pulling a designer bag, a gift from Kylo, into your arm. It only held a lip gloss, gum, and floss. The essentials, really.
“Let's go.” It wasn't to you this time. It was to Vicrul. He emerged from the sea of men tall, dark, commanding. He walked behind you and Kylo, protecting mostly you from danger. People knew who you were. You had always kept a close distance from Kylo in any situation. But Kylo without his mask? People spared him a second glance because of his looks. His gaze alone was enough to kill.
The bar was crowded, people were scattered everywhere, drunk, talking, dancing. Everyone was in everyone's space. You couldn't move too far without touching someone’s shoulder. But you were so happy to be out of that stuff ass base, this was your paradise. Plus, you had been here before. You were 2 drinks in and feeling it. You were sitting at the barstool waiting for your next drink when it caught your eye. The P you had left years ago, trapped in a heart. You traced the outline and giggled to yourself. Kylo would never know of that, not when Poe was far gone from this place, just as you had once been before being dragged back.
Kylo was uncomfortable in here. He hated everything and everyone, so you're surprised he let you stay so long. Vicrul was standing not too far behind him, too. He had formed a little bubble around himself because everyone was too afraid to go near him. A hand held your shoulder, you turned, expecting Kylo, but your face turned shocked when you locked eyes with the one and only, Poe Dameron.
“Poe?” You couldn’t believe it. This must’ve been the drinks; he wasn't actually here. He left for the resistance long ago. He left you a long time ago. There was no way he was back. But his voice snapped you out of it. You shot from your chair, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warmth of him reinforced the idea that he was real. This was real.
Both your past and present were here right now with you, Kylo, and Poe. Two polar opposites. You let go of Poe and felt Kylo push into your back. His gaze was trained on Poe. Nothing would break his stare, not even you saying his name. “Ren.” He didn't budge.
You let him be refocusing your effort, “What are you even doing here?” Poe didn't reply immediately. “I’m here for work,” he nodded.
“Both of you are so vague.” They were like teenagers, the way they both were standing tall, intimidating each other. “Let’s go talk, yeah?” you said, pulling Poe's arm to a booth. To your surprise, Kylo didn't follow; he watched as you wandered off with another man sitting at an empty booth in the far corner. His eye was trained on you, your movements, your lips.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned. How could you break it to him? “Just revisiting.”
“Here? Of all places.”
“You know I dont have a lot of places or people to call home. Not anymore.” He averted his gaze back to the table. “Plus, you never shared why you’re here.” he looked back at you.
“I thought you liked a man of mystery,” you laughed a bit. He hadn’t changed, not one bit. The war didn’t harden him or change him the way it did you.
“You never change,” you said, laughing.
“Do you want me to?” he sounded genuinely curious. You shook your head. He nodded before questioning you once more, “Who is that?” he pointed to Kylo. It was funny that he was his enemy, and you weren't sure either of them knew it fully. “My boyfriend,” was your only reply. It wasn't your fault, he didnt know that was what Kylo Ren looked like.
He studied him. Kylo was still watching, and his jaw was tight.
He looked away, Poe’s eyes locked on yours again. “I missed you, you know.”
“Then why did you leave?” That question kept you up at night, wondering why he only left a note and didnt return to you after that conversation that night.
“I couldn’t be a spice runner my whole life. I felt...”
“Called?” you said, filling in his blank. He nodded.
“I felt called to do more. And, you didn’t want to come with me.” It was true, you were safe where you were with him, even in the unsafe nature of your job. You sighed. In no world were you able to stay with him for long, no matter how much you cared for him.
“I felt that before.” You did when you met Kylo; your heart pulled you to him. Poe followed your eyes to Kylo.
“With him?” a nod. “So there was no hope for us ever?” you laughed, he knew the answer.
“What do you think?” you smiled, and he returned it. As much as you loved him once, you were meant to go away from him. Find something else.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked with a smile. You laughed.
“Bye, Poe,” you said before standing up, returning to Kylo. His gaze never once left you. When you stood in front of him, he quickly grabbed the back of your neck, leaning down, planting a kiss on you. It was demanding and tense the way he dominated you right there. A public display for everyone, he pulled away slightly before whispering in your ear. “Mine,” you smiled, kissing him once again. You pulled back, staying in his arms for longer. Somewhere in between that Poe left the booth without another word. The next drink you had, you sipped tucked away under Kylos's arm, and the rest of the night, he kept you close. His hand is always on you, your back, your thigh, or intertwined with yours.
Even back at the base, he felt you close. For the first time, as you walked through the doors, Kylos' hand was in yours, your pace the same, the one falling behind was Vicrul. Stares lingered on the two of you, and his grip only tightened. He opened the door for you, letting you step in first. He closed the door behind himself. You melted into the soft bed, lying on top of the covers, your high and short dress still on.
Kylo walked to you, pulling your leg up as his fingers worked at taking off your heels. As he took one off, he massaged the tender skin before moving to the next. He pulled you up, reaching around to unzip the back of your dress, pulling you up. His touch was soft and tender, kissing down as he pulled the zipper further and further. In between each kiss, he would mutter, “mine, all mine.” Once you were out of all the uncomfortable clothes and shoes, he placed his own shirt over your head and pulled you down into bed with him. His chest bare as you lay your head on him.
“I'm surprised you didn’t pull me away,” you said truthfully. He just stalked you. He hummed, running his hands through your hair. “I honestly thought you wouldn’t even let me talk to him.”
“I wasn’t worried.” You turned your head up to him, and he smiled at you, a true smile.
“Why?” Kylo had always been a jealous man as long as you’d known him. He had a control problem, a possession problem. And to know that he let you walk away with another man was confusing even more than the battle plans he brings back to study every night.
“Because I knew you’d end up in my bed tonight no matter what,” he smirked down at you. You curled into his body more, feeling his warmth against you.
“Perv,” you muttered before returning his gaze again. “But you weren't wrong.”
He planted a kiss on your head before messing with your hair once more.
“I never am,” he smiled, his face smug with pride.
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝
warnings: none, fluff, clark kent x fem!reader
word count: 478
author's note: Okay, I always say this, but it's not my favorite, but I am really trying to get better at writing/writing longer things. (even tho this is so short.) Also, pretty please send me requests
Clark had stayed out so much later than he intended to. He meant to be home around 12 and hit the hay almost immediately after and devote his attention to you. But that didn’t happen because it was running on 3 in the morning, and he was still out with the justice gang (working title), trying to figure out a solution for the alien problem in the middle of the park.
By the time the last of them were captured and dealt with, it was far past 4 in the morning. He walked in as quietly as he could. He was 6’4 and 240 pounds, and yet he forgot he had limbs sometimes, even now, he accidentally knocked over the umbrella that was propped next to the doorway. “Shhhh,” he whispered, as he picked it back up.
He walked around the living room picking up the scattered dishes as he went before he realized that the big fluffy blanket that was normally folded over the back of the couch was moving around. He pulled the fluff back just a little bit, and he saw your face fast asleep.
“Hi, love,” he whispered sweetly, bending down, planting a kiss on your forehead, stroking back the stray hairs. He quickly turned back around, tidying the mess from your dinner left on the coffee table. He kept his footsteps as light as possible before returning to you on the couch, his ‘Superman suit’ still on, and his cape moved with every step.
He bent down, pulling back the blanket off of you with ease, and he lifted you up into his arms, making his way to your shared bedroom. He looked down, and you stirred a bit. “Hello?” you spoke in the softest tone, barely audible but definitely there.
“Go back to bed, love,” he said, setting you down in bed, planting another kiss on your forehead.
“Superman,” you said, confused before shutting your eyes and curling into the mattress below you.
He laughed, “It’s Clark, love. You’re so cute when you are sleepy,” he tucked you in, making sure you were nice and warm before he took off the suit and donned his pjs you bought for last Christmas. He wasted no time slipping in next to you, pulling your body close, and practically melting into you.
“Hmm, hi.” Your voice was still small, and he wasn’t even sure you were really awake.
“I'm sorry I got home so late,” he was always so apologetic, always thinking about your time, even when he was off saving the world. Your head nodded, but once again, you were out, eyes closed, fast asleep in Clark’s arms.
His hands found their way back to your hair, stroking it back, and his lips pressed to your head one more time before he closed his eyes for good, this time intertwined between you.
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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞
warnings: none, fluff, clark kent x fem!reader
word count: 1139
author's note: sorry I disappeared again, here is this one-shot I hope to turn into another mini-series
You walked down the next aisle, restocking the books on the shelf. The light no longer shone through the big windows in the front; instead, the streetlights illuminated the dimly lit bookstore for you. You heard the door ring as it was swung open and called out, “Welcome in!” but you made no effort to see who it was; you simply kept walking and turned into the next row of books.
You bent down to move the last of the books from the cart, and you heard the footsteps from behind you. You didn't move, either they would speak up or would reach for a book near you. And you were right, you heard him open his mouth, and you went to stand up with books in hand. “Do you happen to?” Your eyes made eye contact, and gosh, he was beautiful. He didn't continue for a second; his hand fidgeted as the other held a coffee. “Um, sorry, uh, do you happen do you have a secret history?” he said before his eyes met yours again.
“Oh yeah, umm,” you set the books in your hands back down. “Follow me,” you walked a few steps before you turned slightly to double-check he was following you. He was, but his gaze was to the floor like a nervous puppy. You passed by the checkout, and your friend stared at you before mouthing, ‘he’s hot.’ You vigorously nodded. And continues to walk away as she laughs.
You rounded the corner before stepping up to a shelf and crouching down to pick up the book. “Here, one copy of the secret history.” You handed it off, and his hand every so slightly brushed yours. He pulled away quickly before muttering Sorry. “Have you read it?” He held it up.
“No, not yet. It’s on my shelf, but I get really bad at sticking to a TBR.”
“Tbr?” he questioned.
“To be read.”
“Ohh, sorry,” he looked away.
“No, it’s okay, don't apologize.” You couldn't help but notice how his eyes only met you for a second before looking away once again. “You should tell me how it goes. Only if you want to, of course,” you added the last bit in a hurry, but you did wish he’d come back and shop around again. If you had any luck, you’d be working that day too.
“Yeah, yeah, I will get back to you on that, just give me a bit to read it. And possibly understand it, I heard it's a bit much.” He laughed, and you couldn’t help a smile from forming on your lips too.
“Yeah, for sure, as fast a reader as I am, I think it would take me months to get through that.”
“Let's hope I don’t stay away for a month then.” He smiled before he motioned that he was going to go pay. You watched him turn his flannel, and jeans were engraved in your mind as you returned to the stock you were putting back. The smile still lingered on your lips even as the bell sounded and you heard his voice say goodnight very softly from the door.
It’s not like you’d ever watch the door and hope he’d walk through it, no. Definitely not. You didn't even catch his name last time. Just the coffee cup and the glasses that loosely rested on his face, and how good he had looked in that flannel. It was engraved in you the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin momentarily. Everyone called you delusional. You responded that you were not delusional, but rather a dreamer, a romantic, if you would. This would be your meet-cute.
But the hope you had inside died a little when you heard the bell, and you very casually shot up, turning your head to the noise, only to be met with the sweet face of Bev, a bookstore regular. “Hi Bev,” you said before sighing softly to yourself. Your coworker laughed beside you, “You just keep disappointing yourself with this.”
“I'm not doing anything, Ava,” you played with the register, tapping random buttons to look like you were working when indeed you were realizing your coworkers were right and you were delusional and needed to stop hoping he’d walk through the door. “So if that door were to ring right now, your head wouldn't snap to it in hopes of finding that mysterious man from the other week?”
Your eyes were full of playful disdain for your more than honest coworker, but all you could say when you opened your mouth was a “noooo.” And as if on cue, the door opened up, and you headshot to the door only to be greeted by a mom and her son. “Welcome in!” you said, but her point was proven.
“See,” she said, gesturing to your sad frown.
You hopped off the stool, stepping out from behind the counter. “Fine, you win, but I'm going on break, okay?” She nodded with a laugh. “I'm gonna get coffee.” You walked to the back counter where the coffee bar was stowed. You greeted the bristas who you knew too well because every shift you got the same thing from them around the same time. “It’s almost done,” he replied, his back facing you. “How do you even know it's me?” you laughed, messing with the mints and candies assorted on the counter.
“It’s always you, you're always here,” he handed you your iced coffee with a playful eye roll. “Thank you!” You went to turn before you were abruptly stopped by someone standing far too close behind you. You looked up and it was him, oh my, it was him.
“H-Hi,” you stuttered out.
“Hi,” he smiled back, until now you didn’t realize how much he actually towered over you. Your cheeks felt flushed, and you felt unbalanced. Okay, no, this definitely was your meet-cute.
“I finished the book,” he held up the now battered copy of the Secret History in his hand.
“Did you like it?” gesturing back to the book.
“Oh yeah, it was good, I was hoping for maybe a recommendation.”
“I'm- Uh I'm on my break” you said looking down embarrassed, you did want to help but Ava would take over and shoo you, not because she isn't a great wing woman but more so because youre off the clock and she believes in soaking up the full 30 minutes of your break away from the commotion.
His face hardened a bit as he muttered, “That’s fine, maybe later, I suppose.”
“We could always chat over coffee right now? I have 30 minutes to give you the best recs off the top of my head.” You smiled, hoping he would say yes.
He smiled, and his dimples peeked out just a bit. “I would love nothing more.”
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Clark had long since lost the battle to sleep. But you, you stayed up with the quiet chatter as you scrolled social media, watching cooking, home, and relationship videos overtake your feed.
Clark had been asleep for hours already since coming home from work and just crashing on your shared bed. But you couldn't take your eyes away from your phone. The light had definitely been the source of your insomnia, but you scrolled on.
You set the phone down, turning your body to Clark’s sleeping form. And that's when the idea came. You lifted your hand, shaking his shoulder. “Clark, psst, Clark.” he sank further into the bed, only replying with a grunt at first. You pushed harder. “Clark!” you said, pushing his whole body this time. “Huh? Are you okay, are you hurt?” is the first thing he said, his eyes fluttering, trying to open themselves but losing to the darkness that still overtook the room.
“Im fine,” you said, and his eyes closed again while nodding. “But I’m hungry.” his head turned back to you, eyes still closed, “Hungry?” You nodded, and he rubbed his eyes, still confused about what was going on and why he was suddenly awake. You thought it was funny, but you held in your laugh.
“What do you want?” he moved closer to you, holding you by the side. Your hand found his hair, playing with it. “Um, pancakes?” you patted his head.
You felt him nod before speaking once again. “Anything else?”
“No, just that,” and his arms left your torso as you felt him slip away and stand up. He opened the door and walked to the kitchen.
You sat there once again for 20 minutes, wondering what he could be doing in there. The pancakes surely couldn't take that long, right? You sat there for a bit longer before the door opened again and Clark came in with the tray he used for breakfast in bed.
He set the tray down in front of you, and the plate had eggs, fruit, and pancakes in the shape of hearts. “Oh my gosh, Clark. Thank you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before returning to his side of the bed once more, but instead of sleeping again, he sat next to you, turning on the TV.
You turned to him as he pressed play on The Princess Diaries because he knew it was your favorite. “I have to be honest. I was playing a prank on you. I didnt expect you to make me food right now,” He looked at you.
“Why wouldn't I make you food?” he genuinely was so confused about the idea of not providing for you.
“It's so late,” you retorted.
“But you were hungry.” It was so casual to him, doing anything for you. Even down to the details of heart-shaped pancakes. He didnt care that the clock read 1:30; He just cared that you were happy.
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ᯓ★ clark kent - superman
𝜗𝜚 masterlist • dc • david corenswet • 08/06/25
˚‧⁺ ・ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs five I one I two I three I four II gif credit - @/olympain
here are some clark kent stories i’ve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! ♡
ᝰ.ᐟ key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I HC- hurt/comfort I ~S- implied smut
ꨄ︎ just one I @geminiwritten I A + F + S
you and clark have been best friends since college, and you know everything about each other—including his superhero identity—but tensions have risen since you started working with him at the daily planet, and after superman is exposed to a 'truth telling toxin' you decide to take a little advantage of the fact that he can't lie
ꨄ︎ drabble I @bruisedboys I F
your cute coworker clark overhears your conversation with lois, and takes it upon himself to get you some of your favourite things.
ꨄ︎ clark’s baby daddy chronicles I @honeybunnyale I A + F + S
Clark ensures he could be part of the baby's life and yours.
It’s been my goal to get a fic on here feeling [proud]
𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮
summary: Kylo Ren x fem!reader, Nights with kylo
warnings: none, not proofread
word count: 561
author's note: Im a Kylo Ren apologist also, what's with me writing sleep fics so often
It wasn't often you’d find the supreme leader wrapped up in the arms of a girl. His private life was just that private. No one was allowed in except for you. Each night, the doors to his chambers would woosh open, letting the cold air from the hallway in. His helmet always hit the table, followed by the much softer thud of his cape and the rest of the armor that he always adorned.
Nights with you two were the most silent. Comforting, quiet, soft, even, a complete opposite from the day he had. The only sounds really coming from him were the small sighs as he got out of the shower and dried his hair with the towel in hand.
His footsteps were slow and heavy as he pulled back the covers and slid into bed next to you.
“Hi,” his voice was hoarse, and you turned to his direction, looking at him only with the soft, dim glow of the stars outside. A yawn escaped you, and your eyes were heavy, but you kept them open for him.
You knew the routine: he’d get home, shower, change, next to you, and lie in bed talking about his day with you. A way for you to be included in his more extreme duties. “Hi,” your voice was softer than his, a testament to the opposites attract statement.
“How was your day?” you questioned, staring up at him. He lowered himself down to your level, the bed creaking beneath his weight as you faced each other, both on your sides. His hand lifted as he left soft touches on your side.
“Boring, most of it was correcting Hux’s mistakes because he's an idiot.” The soft touch was all you got for a couple of minutes. No matter how long you two had been together, he was always so hesitant at first. He scooted closer just a tiny bit, but enough to feel his breath on your hand as it sat under your chin.
“But it’s over now, I don't have to deal with Hux tomorrow, thankfully. Most of tomorrow is just training.” his voice soothed you, even though it was mindless small talk that filled your night, it filled your heart knowing he would open up to talk to you, even just a bit like this.
“That’s good,” you nodded, but it was barely noticeable because the tiredness was washing over you more and more, and your eyes were heavy, closing slowly before opening back up just a tad.
“Go to bed,” Kylo spoke, always so commanding. But worked your eyes shut, and soon after, your breathing evened out. Finally, he was close to you in your sleep. He wasted no time to finally reach out and holding you close. His hand found your head, stroking softly at your hair, comforting you even in sleep.
He pulled you into his side, and you fit perfectly as he allowed his heart to slow down from the fast beat it had held all day. He pressed a soft kiss to your head before his eyes fell shut like yours.
The whole night, he held you close, as if he loosened his grip, you’d somehow disappear. But you never once slipped away, moved further, or pushed to the other side. If anything, you sink closer into his side, feeling the warmth of him next to you.
𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐅𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
summary: Clark x fem!reader, late-night doubts creep in when dating a superhero
warnings: hurt/comfort, not proofread
word count: 1,366
author's note: I wrote this while listening to I Know You by Faye Webster. If its jumbled, Im so sorry
The night was cold, and Clark's warm arms around you did little to help that. Your silence cut through the room like a blade. You didnt want to be silent and mad and but you were still wrapped around his arms, stuck in this confusing cycle of not knowing who to be for him.
A friend, girlfriend, just there? You knew he had so many options, and that fact ate you up inside. It clawed at your stomach, killing all the good butterflies around you whenever he showed his love. It instantly replaced itself with doubt, worry, and anxiety. It loomed like a shadow over you.
It was hard to stick around with that, but how could you leave Clark? You didnt want Superman, you wanted Clark Kent, the sweet, loving guy you knew from Smallville who kept you up at night with the endless questions of your future. You knew Clark Kent, you knew what he needed and what he wanted out of life. What you didn’t know is what Superman wanted.
Your arm traced small patterns on the arm that was currently wrapped around you like a lifeline. He still had his suit on from saving people. You didnt know how to speak up, but the fire crackled like a reminder to not let this fester between you. To not let this doubt inside of you ruin something good.
“What do you want out of life Clark?” your gaze looked up his and your neck was craned but you could see the confused expression on his face as he stared down at you, his face was dirty and still had some sweat, this wasnt the Clark you grew up with and that made the pit grow deeper inside you.
“To help people, save them when they need it, and be there for those around me,” He answered. His answer was like honey, but honey was sticky, and this one coated your ears and made everything fuzzy. You looked away, eyes heavy and glossy. If you kept looking longer, the tears would fall, and he would know all the dark thoughts that clouded your mind on nights like these, when the night is so cold the fire and the warmth of Clark can’t too much to keep it from reaching your bones.
“That’s what you, Clark Kent, want?” Your voice was quiet in these conversations. You always were meek and small, you didnt want to take up too much room in Superman's already hectic life.
“What do you mean, what Clark Kent wants?” his grip loosened; the only thing keeping it there was the fact that your arm was also resting there. “It is what I want, it's what I've always wanted to help people.”
“So if you had no powers, then what?” Your words cut deeper than you intended, but that is what has always happened. It's why you kept quiet for so long. You knew not much could hurt Superman, but you knew this would. “If you had no powers, would you want a family? A small life like Smallville on a farm or a big city life with busy moving parts like right now..?”
“Who's to say I couldn't have a family and have powers?” He sat up, and you fell a bit without his support behind you. You felt unbalanced as you shifted to face him; his face was no longer soft. Clark Kent never had a stern face, but he would be focused, trying to really listen to you. Understand you, he always knew what it felt like to not be understood, to feel like an outsider, so he always sat when someone tried to explain themselves. “Where is this coming from?”
The couch had already hit your back; there was nowhere to run to, nowhere to curl up and hide. The couch offered no consolation to you as you sat and stared at him for what seemed like forever, but probably equated to 20 seconds. Time froze when you looked into his eyes. It was only ever the two of you in Smallville, now it was the 2 of you. And a million others that adored Clark.
“I-I don't know. I feel like I'm pushing you away. Like I'm trying to push you out of my life before you push me out of yours.” Your voice shook. He just stared like he was waiting for more from you, “I love you, I always have, but lately I think…I think I only know the past. When we were younger, before all this, before Superman. When it was just us. I think I might be having a hard time coming to terms with it not just being us in some sense.” You scrambled the words, didnt even make sense to you. It felt like you were grasping at a million different thoughts, trying to make sense of the hurt you felt inside.
“Are you worried I'm outgrowing you?” his hand reached out, it only extended so far, making sure you wanted his hand before continuing.
“Yeah, is that wrong? Am I wrong for feeling this way while you're out saving the city? What am I contributing here, Clark?” The tears were too much now, and like a dam, they fell, hitting the couch uncontrollably. Clark saw and his hand left you, you didnt look to see where he turned to, but you almost laughed at how quickly he retracted.
That was until you felt the soft fabric of a tissue wipe away the tears. A soft dabbing motion touched your cheeks as he was attentive to what was going on with you. He set aside the tissue, grabbing both your hands this time.
“No, you aren't wrong for feeling this way,” you nodded. “Im scared too.” Your eyes met his, always so honest. “Scared that maybe you would only want Clark and not Superman.” he nodded, and his eyes were sad.
Your head tilted. “I love both, I am just so scared that-” you couldn't continue. You did love both. You loved his insatiable need to help others and do good in the world, and that was both Clark and Superman. You just felt small next to him.
“Can I tell you something?” he waited for an answer, your head nodded, and he continued, “When I fly, I always listen in for you, see if you're safe. Most of the time, I catch you talking to yourself while working. It makes me happy just to hear your voice. At work, I have the bracelets you made late at night when you couldn't sleep, which you left in my lunch. They’re right next to the photo of you on the beach looking straight at the camera, where you look so happy you could burst.” You laugh, you hated that photo, your hair was a mess, and the camera was blurry, but Clark had always said you looked the most beautiful in that one because you were happy. “I kept every note you’ve ever left me. Even the ones from when we first started dating. I read them whenever I'm sad, when I feel like I can't go on. Your words, you, lift me back up. Not the glory or the social media comments. You lift me back up whenever I feel like I can't take another step. You're next to me every step of the way.” He didn't move.
His hands stayed holding yours, his gaze locked on you even when it became too much and you inevitably looked away from him. You didnt speak. The words didn't form, but that was okay. Clark said enough for both of you.
That night, he didn't need big gestures of love or long kisses and touches to show you how much he needed you. You felt all around as the night grew even colder around you, and Clark stayed right behind you, planting kisses in your hair as he let you cry the last bit of doubt out on the couch.
In the morning that followed, you woke up before him, his suit still on, the dirt still on his face, and his arm wrapped around your body holding you close.
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